The vigorous vitality swelled in the blood sand, and the sword intent of life and death in his hand had turned into a pure white raw sword, the green lines on it were brilliant and verdant, and the pure green wood qi poured into the sword body, and the white mist with strong vitality was condensed and lingered around him.

Unlike the last time in the immortal coffin, there was a trace of green intent growing like branches in this white mist, breaking and sweeping away those filthy blood sands, constantly expanding its own territory.

The range of the white mist is still very small, and the blood sand is willing to let the other party break through, fiercely competing with it for their own territory, impacting, breaking through, encircling and killing, one wants to break out, the other wants to kill in, and there is a collision of life and death between the two.

The battle between the two sides was so fierce that the big man with even eyebrows couldn't spare his hand for a while, so a small foundation building monk threw talisman paper outside.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly, and heard a faint thudding explosion coming from his right, so he found the direction of a breakthrough in this seemingly boundless sea of blood.

The power of the Shuangdan was running at full strength, and I saw that the range of the white mist suddenly increased, and countless green intentions spread, bursting open with unstoppable force!

"Poof!" The man with even eyebrows vomited blood and fell out, clutching his chest in disbelief: "%¥##@%!"

Liu Qinghuan snorted coldly: "Talk about people!"

Without giving the other party time to react, the green will in the white mist turned into a thick vine, and regardless of the other party's struggle, he pulled it back again, only to hear the painful screams come out again and again, and the big man with even eyebrows rose black smoke all over his body, as if he was thrown into flames.

The white mist was rolling, and Liu Qinghuan walked out of it, with sharp stars in his eyes. With a gesture of his hand, a ring, a conch, and a yellow cloth were rolled by Qingyi and sent to him.

He was satisfied with the Qingyi, reminiscing about the feeling of being everywhere and omnipotent in the realm, and with a flick of his hand, all the white mist and Qingyi immediately dissipated.

Only then did he look down at the three things in his hand, the small tower was destroyed in the blood sand, I hope this guy's things can make up for his loss. The ring was directly carried into his arms, the white conch was about the size of a fist, and he could hear the sound of water inside when he shook it, and when he saw the yellow cloth, his heart moved!

At this time, an oily voice sounded from behind him: "Congratulations to the seniors on winning the treasure!"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and looked at the lifeless foundation building monk: "Huang Tong." ”

Huang Er's waist was so happy that he couldn't scratch his ears and cheeks: "My predecessor still remembers my name, ah!

"Were you out there?"

"Yes, yes, it was me just now!" Huang Erzi hurriedly said: "I see that my predecessor was trapped by the blood and sand of that otherworldly monkey, I am really anxious......! No, it's to help the seniors!"

Liu Qinghuan put away the things in his hand one by one, and said slowly: "Yes, you did help me a little." What are you talking about?"

"That's it!" Huang Erzi handed over a piece of rune paper with a treasure: "Hehe, the rune array is the family heirloom of the younger generation, which is more powerful than a single rune, and more convenient than a complex formation." ”

He made a bitter face again, patted his tattered shuttle, and said: "It's also to blame the younger generation for not being proficient in learning and cultivating enough, and, hehe, I'm nervous at hand, so I only made a dozen sets of rune arrays because I went bankrupt, and I just threw them out! If there were ten or twenty more sets, maybe I would be able to blow up that otherworldly monkey directly......"

Liu Qinghuan listened speechlessly as he blew into the sky, and the other monks of the foundation building team also flew up from the mountain, all looking at Huang Er's waist with envy.

"Alright. Liu Qinghuan raised his hand and pulled out a silver net from the ring: "This is a magic weapon I got many years ago, it is suitable for your use, and it will be counted as a thank you gift for your help." ”

Huang Er's waist immediately closed his mouth and took it overjoyed: "Thank you seniors, thank you seniors!"

Liu Qinghuan groaned: "Besides, I'm a little interested in your talisman array. I won't take away your ancestral skills, so how about you sell me a set and let me increase my knowledge?"

Huang Erzi's eyes rolled, and he immediately began to dig out his pocket: "If the seniors want to, how dare the juniors say a word, I should have offered it with both hands, and I don't dare to accept your spirit stone......!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Liu Qinghuan's face suddenly change and turn to the direction of Yantang City!

In the next moment, a loud bang erupted on the first city wall, and the two Thunder Spirit Pagodas were blown into the sky, while the figures of otherworldly monks appeared under the other Thunder Spirit Towers, and they started a fierce battle with the people guarding the towers!

The twelve foundation building monks were all stunned, and Liu Qinghuan shouted: "Hurry up!"

Without waiting for them to react, the sword light rolled up, rolling these people up and running out of the mountain.

And the Thousand Pages Mountain behind him suddenly heard a chaotic shouting of killing.

When he arrived outside the mountain, Liu Qinghuan immediately put down everyone and said quickly: "You guys go straight to the city, don't stop in the middle!"

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to them anymore, turned around and floated into the air again, and Yan Jing's cold voice came from his ears: "Everyone immediately leave the range of Qianye Mountain, try your best to get closer to the first city wall, and give you a cup of tea!"

Liu Qinghuan's heart chilled, a cup of tea! Thinking of the thick thunder light of the bucket after hearing the "twenty breaths" for the first time, I don't know what terrifying things will appear after this tea!

Looking down, all the monks of Yunmengze used their strength to eat milk and rushed towards the first city wall, obviously no one dared to ignore the order of "one cup of tea".

The battle under the Thunder Spirit Pagoda continued over there, and several more towers were toppled or destroyed.

Seeing this, Liu Qinghuan had already understood that the three Jindan monks from the other world he had met before all wanted to capture these towers, but he intercepted one of them.

He called out to Xiao Hei and Chu Yi in his spiritual sense, and with the connection between him and the spirit beast, he rushed in the direction of Qianye Mountain as soon as he turned his feet!

These two guys are still in the Thousand Pages Mountain, it's really a shame!

"Xiao Hei, junior high school, no matter what you are doing, get out of the mountain for me immediately!

The middle gate on the first city wall opened, and a group of sword cultivators dressed in the costumes of the Ziwei Sword Pavilion sect rushed out, they were carrying long swords, their faces were cold, and their movements were extremely fast. Even though countless monks who wanted to return to the city flocked to them, they were frightened by the incomparably fierce sword aura emanating from their bodies, and hurriedly moved out of the way.

It's like an unsheathed sword, and no one dares to stop it wherever it passes!

They ran all the way to the middle of the plain, and then dispersed in a fixed point, each finding their position as fast as they could.

And in the direction of Thousand Pages Mountain, under the huge spatial passage, the monks of the other world who had worked hard to finally gain a foothold had already assembled, huddled together in a chaotic manner, and began to rush out of the mountain.